The Vultures - Kill the Vultures

Young divorcees, flock like vultures

To where my corpse lay, subjects are vulgar

They tried to warn me 'bout playing a boulder

And chiseling myself into a sculpture

Ruptured lungs pull chemicals from soda cans

Tryna suck the love back into this older man

So, take my corroded hand, place it in their sight

Shut in containers and sealed off air-tight

Gasping for breath, head on your granite chest

Like hands on my neck, time bandits got no time left

All of my golden years now viewed as stolen goods

Gray in my golden beard, decay in my swollen foot

Kill the vultures

Before they dine on all of us

My heart can’t pound like the pow wow drums

To the prairie lands that I was raised from

Hung and sung with the souls at church

'Fore I put my palm in the collection plate

Hands don’t work with the dirt of earth

You can dig my style or strip me bare

Told this child to defend his turf

So he never left and he died right there

Need not build no viking ship

No fine pine box for a polished stiff

Decompose in the open view

So the people’ll know what we went through

Well, must have been, something I said

Woke up to a twenty on her side of the bed

Flesh room bleeding, red ants feeding

Black sand steaming, left for dead

Too late for talkin' or shoreline walkin'

The least you can do is put one in my head

I treated her good like a real man would

Gave her my dough and some of my bread

Last look she gave was a circling vulture

The kind that waits 'till you’re dead to insult ya

Like to think I could move in like her too

Probably just lay here and become bird food

Kill the vultures

Before they dine on all of us